Wednesday, July 16, 2008

My friend Krista has a car named Whitey. He broke today. The text messages were interesting. I went to pick Krista up at McDonald's after Whitey let her down. It was 93 degrees out and she thought she was going to walk home. She lives nowhere near where her car broke down. So that was my big adventure today. Apparently it takes an old ass broken down white car to bring me out of hiding... Make a note of it.